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nursling。　He　went　about　very　quiet；　and　in　a　way；　submissive。　He

had　an　unalterable　self　at　last；　free；　separate；

independent。

She　was　relieved；　she　was　free　of　him。　She　had　given　him　to

himself。　She　wept　sometimes　with　tiredness　and　helplessness。　But

he　was　a　husband。　And　she　seemed；　in　the　child　that　was　ing；

to　forget。　It　seemed　to　make　her　warm　and　drowsy。　She　lapsed

into　a　long　muse；　indistinct；　warm；　vague；　unwilling　to　be　taken

out　of　her　vagueness。　And　she　rested　on　him　also。

Sometimes　she　came　to　him　with　a　strange　light　in　her　eyes；

poignant；　pathetic；　as　if　she　were　asking　for　something。　He

looked　and　he　could　not　understand。　She　was　so　beautiful；　so

visionary；　the　rays　seemed　to　go　out　of　his　breast　to　her；　like

a　shining。　He　was　there　for　her；　all　for　her。　And　she　would　hold

his　breast；　and　kiss　it；　and　kiss　it；　kneeling　beside　him；　she

who　was　waiting　for　the　hour　of　her　delivery。　And　he　would　lie

looking　down　at　his　breast；　till　it　seemed　that　his　breast　was

not　himself；　that　he　had　left　it　lying　there。　Yet　it　was　himself

also；　and　beautiful　and　bright　with　her　kisses。　He　was　glad　with

a　strange；　radiant　pain。　Whilst　she　kneeled　beside　him；　and

kissed　his　breast　with　a　slow；　rapt；　half…devotional

movement。

He　knew　she　wanted　something；　his　heart　yearned　to　give　it

her。　His　heart　yearned　over　her。　And　as　she　lifted　her　face；

that　was　radiant　and　rosy　as　a　little　cloud；　his　heart　still

yearned　over　her；　and；　now　from　the　distance；　adored　her。　She

had　a　flower…like　presence　which　he　adored　as　he　stood　far　off；

a　stranger。

The　weeks　passed　on；　the　time　drew　near；